[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

I swear that I will never tell these women about my broken love in the future! ! !

No, I won't tell them when I'm in love! ! !

Tsuruta Mi is a rough nerve, Kitagawa Ho's kind of insensible said that it's not good enough to have a lily with her, and Kaiben Tianyin's kind directly called her boyfriend and asked me if I want to change, me? ? ?

Qianshi Qingchun: "??? Tianyin???"

Kaiben Tianyin glanced at me with a face full of resistance, and nodded clearly: "That's right, Qianshi's kind of philandering will not be able to accompany our bell baby."

"Hey, hey, that's it - beep beep."

After Qianshi Qingchun's phone call was hung up, I had no love in my life.

The men from the men's net department were still waiting for Kaitang Kaoru to arrive. I really didn't want to be noticed by these women's sudden maternal love, so I turned around and walked up the stairs quickly.

The street tennis courts have taken on a new look and have been enlarged.Of course, several of them were playing tennis very normally, not the "duel for love" as the group of people said.

The first team of Ryoma and Ibu Shinji of Fudo Peak, the first team of Momoshiro Takeshi and Akira Kamio of Fudo Peak, the two teams played doubles for some reason.

Even if there is jealousy, the object is not Takeshi Momoshiro and Ryoma, but Takeshi Momoshiro and Akira Kamio.

As if listening to a cross talk, listening to Ibu Fukaji and Ryoma provoking each other sentence by sentence, Momoshiro Takeshi and Kamio Akira's decent doubles were defeated in an instant.

Iwu Shenji: "Speaking of which, who is Xiaoxing's boyfriend?"

Ryoma continued very naturally: "Of course it's Senior A Tao, she said so herself."

Akira Kamio missed the ball because of this sentence.

Takeshi Momoshiro was still encouraging him, but Akira Kamio was furious: "It's so annoying."

Ryoma here continued to play tricks: "Actually, he asked her for the phone number first."

"Telephone?" Akira Kamio widened his eyes, turned around and asked, "You bastard, do you still know her phone number?"

Oh, it just collapsed.It turns out that Kamio Akira likes their minister's sister.

I watched the play with great relish, and Sun Sunflower hugged me from behind and rubbed my head: "That's great, our bell's hair color hasn't changed."

"..." I took her off my body very speechlessly.

Hinata Kui smiled, "So Echizen-san knows a lot."

He grew up in an open country like the United States. If you say he doesn't understand anything, that would be too strange.

Ryoma's suitors from childhood to adulthood can go around the tennis court nine or ten times and even take a turn to line up to the door.The human race has also crossed the oceans, which is extremely popular.

According to Aunt Rinko, Ryoma received enough Valentine's Day chocolates every year to return to the market to resell them for a small profit.

"Then he also has a lot of phone numbers of girls who are coming in his address book?" Ri Xiangkui asked casually.

This is impossible. If these girls were tennis players, Ryoma would probably consider letting them enter the address book...

Strictly speaking, the only women in his address book are Aunt Rinko, Cousin Nanako, and me.Ah, I missed a coach Ryuzaki.

Of course, if Sakurano Ryuzaki wanted, she could still get Ryoma's phone number from her grandmother.

The group of men from the men's net department finally couldn't hold back and ran up, and the venue was instantly noisy, interrupting my thoughts.

Ryoma came over: "Well, you bought the monthly magazine?"

I handed him the Professional Tennis Monthly in my arms, "Well, are you ready to go home?"

He glanced at Takeshi Momoshiro, who was still arguing with Akira Kamio very vigorously, and showed a narrow smile: "Let's go, I think A Tao-senpai may be busy with a date later."

"Are you hungry? Do you want to buy a burger first?"

"Okay. But I've used up all my pocket money to buy Fanta these two days."

"I see, I just ask you."

This guy plays tennis in his spare time every day, and the main use of his pocket money is to buy drinks.It's really reassuring.

If the news of dating a girl really came out, well, I would 100% think it was a lie.

"But Ryoma, shouldn't you drink less drinks and drink more milk?"

"Thanks to my senior's recipe, I've had enough to drink."

"But," I turned my head and gestured to our height, "I seem to be taller than you?"

In the past two years, my height has jumped up again, and I have stepped into the threshold of 1 meters, while Ryoma is still in the world of 6. The difference of ten centimeters is enough for me to look down at him.

Ryoma, who had knocked on a hamburger for nothing, was unhappy, and quickened his pace depressedly: "So what's the use of drinking so much milk!"

It's better not to tell him that no matter how much milk he drank, he would only grow two centimeters before I crossed.

On a wonderful weekend, there were no harassing calls from Echizen Nanjiro, no gossip calls from Hinata Aoi, and no boring calls from anyone in the women's net department.

It's rare to be leisurely, and I'm not used to it.

Packed up the tennis bag, I am going to find a tennis court for entertainment.

Probably because of the rest day, the number of children in the tennis court has doubled. I really can't deal with children. I was about to leave when a group of people surrounded me.

"Is my sister also playing tennis? Let's play a game!"

The ducks were driven to the shelves.

Fortunately, the strength of the children is relatively weak, otherwise I would have to crawl home after the wheel battle.

Once again, I took a sip of water and finished the spin serve amidst the exclamation of the children, "Which one is next?"

"I!"

The little boy who ran out from nowhere was holding a tennis racket. He looked dirty and had rolled on the ground several times. "I want to play with my sister!"

Seeing him running out, the excited children suddenly booed, and other little boys came up to me and said, "Sister, don't play with Shimaya, his tennis is terrible! He keeps making mistakes on his serve. , and couldn’t catch the ball, we didn’t play with him.”

I looked at the boy named Shimadani, his face was covered with a lot of dust, only a pair of round and bright eyes, he looked so cute, it was hard to refuse.

"It's okay," I reassured the other children, "Is Shimadani right? One round decides the outcome."

As they say, Shimadani's tennis is really disappointing. His serve games are almost all missed points, and only two serve are successful, one of which is directly out of bounds.

My serve, in order to take care of him, I served very softly and slowly, but it was still difficult for him to catch the ball.

Shimadani’s condition was not due to illness. After the game, he walked to me and carefully explained that he was born with a defect related to family genetics. It may be a problem with the part of the brain that controls balance.

"But this one can be corrected! I practice tennis every day in front of the mirror, and I will be able to swing correctly in no time!"

The other onlookers had already left one by one during the game, and now only Shimadani and I were left on the court.

If it were someone else, they would probably have given up this insistence that was ridiculed.

I couldn't help softening, looking at Shimaya's shining eyes: "What's your name?"

"Haruto! Haruto Shimadani! In the sixth grade of Bingdi Elementary School, I just started learning tennis, and I will definitely play better in the future!" Seeing that I didn't dislike him, Haruto Shimadani raised his racket excitedly, "Sister, that serve just now So handsome! Is it called an outspin serve?"

I nodded. Although boys generally develop late, especially Haru Shimadani, who is only in the sixth grade, he seems to be of mixed race, with a larger frame than other children, and his height is far higher than that of his peers, almost as tall as me.

However, because his performance is too childish, he will not feel oppressed because of his height.

"Shimadani, do you want to play tennis well?"

In the story of Haruto Shimadani, he grew up in Scotland, loved tennis since he was a child, and had a group of good friends who played tennis.However, with the change of his parents' jobs, he had to come to Japan. The language difference and natural defects made him unable to integrate into the group for a while.

Before he left, he made an appointment with his friends to work hard on their own, and to play tennis when we meet again.

"I know I'm not playing tennis well now, it's just because my posture isn't right yet. It took me a year to correct my walking posture, and I'm sure in another year, I'll be able to play tennis well too."

Haruto Shimadani is a very persistent person. Few people can correct their habits that have been wrong for many years in just one year, but he did.

I was a little moved, and couldn't help asking the above question, and his eyes lit up a bit: "Sister, will you teach me how to play tennis?"

"Well, you can't correct your posture quickly by yourself."

I know that this is not a temporary act of kindness.

There was a kind of light shining on Shimadani Haruto, watching him running on the tennis court, seemed to see the clumsy but passionate self back then.

It seems to be... "My original intention."

"what?"

"Nothing. You need to bend your knees a bit more, raise your elbows, and swing your racquet a bit less."

In this way, I originally wanted to come here to pass the time casually, but I suddenly met Haruto Shimadani, exchanged phone numbers, agreed on a time to meet next time, and I was ready to go home.

As soon as he walked out of the park, he saw someone leaning against the wall next to him: "Ryoma? Why are you here?"

With him are Takeshi Momoshiro, Eiji Kikumaru, and even Kaoru Kaido.It's rare to see these together.

"Wait for you."

Before he could react, he was dragged away by Long Ma, "Why are you waiting for me?"

"Go play a game."

"Isn't this just a tennis court???"

"...I want to go home and play."

Behind us, Takeshi Momoshiro and the others were still calling us: "Don't worry, Echizen, first ask what that guy's name is?"

Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and Long Ma ran me up, explaining, "It's too annoying."

I don't know if he is talking about the group of noisy seniors behind him.

The weather wasn't cold either, and the hands we held together sweated quickly. Before I had time to be shy, my first reaction was to wipe my sweat, "I'm sweating."

"Oh." Ryoma let go of my hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking, he looked stupid.

I was a little curious, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." He glanced at me and thought for another two seconds, "I was wondering why you are so idle."

"? Haven't you lost for too long, are you a little drifting?"

Relying on wearing a hat, Ryoma turned his face so that the shadow of the brim of the hat covered most of his expression: "Cut."

In the end, the two walked back to the temple side by side, deprived Echizen Nanjiro Temple of the right to use the tennis court, and played a hearty game.

I had already spent a little energy on the tennis court in the park, and it was really a qualitative gap against Ryoma. This guy has amazing physical strength, and I was already sweating by the end, and he seemed to be able to play again.

But the winner is still me.

After having dinner, he lay comfortably on the floor to digest his food, and Ryoma sat beside him playing with the Nintendo I bought for him earlier.

After watching TV for a while, Echizen Minamijiro turned and left to get his newspaper.

I picked up the remote control and pressed the channel change button. Along with the heart-piercing cry of the host playing games on the TV, Longma’s voice floated faintly: "Lend me your phone."

I pushed the phone to him casually.

Soon, after Echizen Minamijiro came back, the phone was back in my hands.

The clock ran for a while, and I was about to say goodbye. Ryoma was escorted to see me off. Standing outside the yard, he handed me the tennis bag.

"You and that, who asks whose phone number first?"

"what?"

"...It's nothing," he added with an annoyed look on his face, "just ask."

"what?"

What is this guy trying to say?

The author has something to say:

On the Japanese-style tatami floor, everyone lies on the ground.

It would be great if Lingmei could lie on Ryoma's lap next time (you wrote it!)

There are many foreshadowings and echoes in this chapter, please pick up the candy yourself!

My Ryoma is so boring... But he is not a person who can express his feelings easily~

Today is a double update, ah, I'm almost 9w words, and I'm still in the Kanto competition.

National competition, Longma going to the United States, U17 training camp, just these three big heads feel, um, there is a long way to go (x)

Obviously, I have already speeded up the progress, and it would be really unrealistic to go any faster.

I haven't been in love for a long time, I really can't write woo woo woo.